Most of the time people feel okay. Probably it's because at that moment they're not actually dying.
You know what I like about the American form of government? They've worked things out so that you're never far from a 7-Eleven.
You know what you never hear about? A bunch of Jews being hit by a tornado.
When I see a guy with hair on his back, I immediately relegate him to the animal kingdom.
I haven't eaten an ice cream sandwich in forty-seven years.
Next time you see Bing Crosby playing a priest in a movie, picture him beating his children in real life.
I've never been quarantined. But the more I look around the more I think it might not be a bad idea.
So far, this is the oldest I've been.
There's something I like about the clitoris, but I can't quite put my finger on it.
I think a good title for a travel book would be "Doorway to Norway."
Next time they give you all that civic bullshit about voting, keep in mind that Hitler was elected in a full, free democratic election.
Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into separate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for fine distinctions. I'm busy screaming at people.
Instead of warning pregnant women not to drink, I think female alcoholics ought to be told not to fuck.
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